kaymccampbell
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I'm sorry about the cuddles. Otto's lying an inch or two from my back right now. And as soon as I'm done typing, and go back to reading, I'll be rubbing his tummy and he'll curl right next to me and wash my knee.Kay, I love fuzzy cuddles but Jasmine doesn't know what they are. We do have two bonding moments every day. In the morning I deliver a 24-ounce Tervis tumbler full of a beverage vaguely resembling coffee to the Duchess of Boca and sit down on the linen chest at the foot of the bed. Jasmine stands on her hind legs and gives us kisses until I give her a mini milk bone and two Charlie Bears. At night I line the rim of a small condiment bowl with 9 small squares of boiled ham and a square of doggie jerkey in the bottom. I deliver the bowl to her crate where she waits patiently. In a second or less she clears the bowl, licks it clean of any trace of biological evidence and comes out of her crate to assume her protector of the realm station on the bedroom couch next to Liane.
We live on a two-lane 30-mph street with two synagogues, five churches and a mosque. Children are often coming and going from these places so it's beyond reckless to treat it like a dragstrip. There is also a high crown on the road in front of our house and the houses on either side of us so these a-holes frequently have their curbside tires in the bike lane and sometimes in the swale.
Two full lanes and a bike lane. Wow. We're more like a lane n a half.
Even on the county road, where the big trucks travel to the gravel mine, they ease up and give walkers n bikers a wide berth. Drivers that fail in their duty, get the calling to another company in another county. However the yuppies from the enclave in their German sboxes, ie berk in a Merc, are less kind, and are usually taught road manners by our local "Rocky" jogger. A windshield and a hood are usually enough to get the hint. And the sheriffs ticket the driver that complains about the damage.
























